Date: Sun, 07 Jul 2002 21:08:52 -0400
From: Paul Foley
Subject: Eating the Quarterback part 5
Disclaimer: This story is about a sexual encounter between four men.
Everything is pure fantasy. I wish that it were all true. If you're under
18, go watch a Disney Video. The rest of you: read on and enjoy!
Eating the quarterback part 5
I was so late getting in last night I didn't check my messages. So the next
morning, I rolled over and hit the playback button.
"Beep"
"Hey - it's Eric. I wanna see you again - call me at..." All of the sudden,
I couldn't hear the machine anymore for the loud blare of a truck horn
outside my window. I peeked out the blinds, and it was Eric, sitting in the
drivers seat of a green Explorer. Big grin, and bare chested so I could see
his hairy chest and muscles. I started throwing on some clothes, but by the
time I got to the door, there he stood, leaning his massive muscular arm
against the door frame.
"Hi. Can I come in?" he said as he melted me with that warm friendly grin.
"Man, I'm not home alone right now - wanna wait for me in the truck and I'll
come out?" He nodded, and with a wink, was headed towards his truck.
I jumped in the shower and did one of those "late for class 5 minutes ago"
routines that students all seem to learn. I was out the front door with a
lame excuse and into Eric's truck in a flash.
"Coach sent me over here to pick you up. Okay, I volunteered to come get
you. Seems he has some great idea, but would not tell me what it was, just
said he needed a new tutor. I thought of you right away and whispered to him
I thought you would be interested."
I wasn't sure quite what to make of it, but considering the hot ride I had
last night, I'd be a fool to not even find out what was in the coach's nasty
mind.
Eric rubbed my thigh and we chatted on the way to campus, but he was being
real careful not to be noticed feeling up another guy in broad daylight -
that would get around campus real fast.
After we pulled up next to the Jock Dorm, we got out and Eric took me in a
side door that the resident studs had and were coveted by non-athlete girls
( and some guys too I'm sure.) We climbed three flights and went up to
Eric's room.
We hardly got into the suite before Eric had me in his muscular arms and was
kissing me like a starved man would go for a steak dinner.
"Eric, what is this all about? Who wanted me here, you or the coach?"
"Well, I wanted you here, but the coach sending me to pick you up for a
meeting was no lie. We just decided to have you come up here, out of sight
on the pretext that you are my new tutor."
"So, this means you have to do what the teacher says, huh, Eric?" I was hard
in an instant - to have a muscular lineman stud hot for my ass and cock
under my control. "Yes Sir, you are now my tutor - I will do my best sir not
to let you down, sir!"
I could see his cock bulging in his workout shorts, but before I could act
on it, Keith and the Coach came in the door with a freshman player that I
had never seen before. His attidude was poor, as he looked like he was very
unhappy about being called into Eric's room. Keith, being the team Captain,
was giving this little charade authenticity.
"Son, I'm going to have Eric and his Tutor work with you - Eric is the
brightest player we have, and his tutor here has been a large factor is
getting Eric's performance to be more than we expected both on the field and
off. So, freshman, you wanna go back to brooklyn and forget your
scholarship? Or you wanna cooperate and learn something from these two
guys?"
I could tell that Keith was biting his lip not to laugh, and fortunately the
coach could easily intimidate this kid so he wouldn't catch on that
something was a bit odd about a tutor meeting in another students dorm room.
Coach and Keith had to run and speak with another troublesome student, so
they left the freshman in our capable hands. I asked the Freshman if he has
a name, and he smirked and said "Vince, cocksucker, what's yours?" Not a
good move.
Eric was on his feet in a split second, and gave Vince a good punch to the
gut. "Learn some manners asswipe, when you are talking to my tutor." Vince
was now red in the face, trying to control his anger while at the same time
save face. I'm sure that massive fist of Eric's hurt even this hunky italian
kid, so I broke the tension a bit by asking Eric to run down and get me a
soda. Eric gave me a wink and punched his fist into the palm of his hand,
before he let the door shut.
"Vince, what seems to be the problem? You having trouble with your classes?"
I could sense that something was really troubling this kid with the bad
attitude. "Yeah, I am finding out I don't like being at a school with a
bunch of jock fags. I need to go to college and help my family but I don't
like all these faggot touching me around here."
I smelled smoke. "Vince, are you straight?" He kinda darted his eyes
towards the door. "Man, I don't know. I was never the ladies man back home,
but I wasn't sucking cock or nothing either. I've never done anything but
with ole Rosie and her five sisters, here."
I glanced at his arm and could see the furry muscular arm was attached to a
cute guy that reminded me of carmine from Laverne and Shirley. Curly dark
locks, goatee, pretty white teeth, and a sexy smirk to complete the picture.
I could understand these other guys wanting to touch this young Adonis.
Eric came back through the door to break the moment, and asked if everything
was okay. I told him I thought we were making some progress and to check on
my welfare in about 10 minutes. Eric left again, with a not so menacing look
at Vince this time.
Once he was gone, I asked Vince to let me see his class folder so I could
see what we were up against. I asked him a few pointed questions for
information, and interspersed suggestive comments in a non-threatening but
teasing way to see if I could get a rise in his hidden cock.
I asked him to come sit at the empty chair across the desk from me, and did
see the beginning of a swell in his crotch. So far, so good.
I asked him to identify a grade on his transcript and while he came around
the desk, I moved the folder so he would have to lean in closer. I could
feel the lusty heat coming off this kid in waves. I looked up in his eyes
and in mid question, I asked again, "you sure you are straight?"
He smirked, and I knew he was hiding something. "Um, what if I think about
it but don't ever do anything about it, that make me gay? I still like
girls, you know..."
I stood up, as he looked like he needed a hug, and as I stood, his bag fell
off the desk and spilled out some papers and what I spied to be a stroke
magazine. I snatched it up and asked "Is this yours?"
He turned white as a sheet, and I told him to chill, that I had plenty of my
own and was just as curious myself. When the color returned to his face, I
suggested we take a walk in the warm night air and just talk. He agreed,
and I left Eric a note that things were ok, just needed a new approach.
I walked vince down towards the river and along the bank - fairly private
place for conversation and completely visable so he had no fear of any
physical move from me.
We sat down and while I puffed on a cigarette, he told me about his family
and how he managed to end up on football scholarship at a distant school in
the Bible Belt.
"Believe it or not, I thought maybe with everybody down south so anti-gay it
would be a safe place to be where no one would think anything about me. I
don't know what I like, but I don't think it's girls. Shit, why am I even
telling you this?"
"Maybe it's because you need someone to hold the burden with you for a
little while. I won't tell a soul if you don't want me to, but I need to
know what is causing your disruption with the other players."
Vince paled, and told me the truth. He had been raped by a neighbor, and was
afraid to tell anyone he knew, but he could take that anger out on the
field, but the rest of the year he had trouble with it. This kid was already
handsome, and would be a big hoss stud with the training program in place
for his playing days.
"Vince, I'm glad you were able to share with me, so I can find a way to help
you. To be honest, I have become a "special friend" of a couple of players
and a coach, and they thought maybe I could reach you where they had failed.
Have you ever been on a real date?"
Vince rolled his eyes and chuckled, but he just shook his head. "I've not
been able to let anyone get close enough. I've always been a loner, and I
don't think this is going to work out. I think the Coach was hoping you
could talk me out of going back to Brooklyn."
"Vince, would you like to go on a date?" Vince ducked his head a bit, and
looked at me and said "Man, are you shittin' me? Go on a date with a guy??"
I smirked, and said "No dummy, I was thinking something more along the lines
of a "group" outing, so you can start building some friendships here. You
want to succeed, and we all want to help you succeed!"
I saw the faintest hint of a teardrop, which he quickly wiped away. "Why are
you trying so hard to be nice to me, man? You don't even know me?!" I could
see the walls coming back up around him - If I didn't move quickly the
chance would be gone.
"Vince, let's go back to Eric's room. I think there is something you need to
know."
We headed back across Campus, and when we reached Eric's room, I crossed my
fingers that the other guys would be waiting to play their parts.
We walked into the little entryhall, and I knocked on Eric's door. He yelled
"come in," and I gently pushed Vince towards the door. Vince's eyes
encountered a feast of mansex going on - at least 8 players and Coach were
in various positions, with cocks, asses, mouthes and hands all in motion. I
closed the door behind me, and locked it gently so Vince had to face his
fears.
Coach was riding his hot ass on some goateed receiver's face, while another
player sucked on his ample cock. Keith was busy fucking a hairy center, and
fingering too of his best receivers while they sucked his nipples and jacked
their own cocks. Eric was power fucking one of the cute hairy backetball
players, and a built student equipment manager was jacking off next to the
coach, taking in this wild scene.
Vince turned around to me, a grin on his face, and I knew I was right. He
needed a little help with this "outing" and I gladly pulled him to me and
gave him a hug, ann could feel his Italian sausage expanding in his pants.
Coach got up and came over, and started rubbing Vince's muscular shoulders
from behind while I started kissing his neck and ears. Coach and I slowly
started working Vince out of his clothes, and coach whispered wonderful
nasty things into his ear about being his daddy now and shit. Vince was
rolling his eyes back as I assaulted his now shirtless chest, feeling the
ample hairy muscle and flicking my warm tongue on his nipples while the
coach massaged his ass cheeks.
Vince was now one of our crew, and the tension between him and the other
players melted away as he realized he was not the only gay player. He
particularly enjoyed riding Eric's ass, and slowly he relaxed about having
his ass eaten by the coach.
I had to leave after I shot my load into the equipment manager's hungry
mouth, and smiled when I saw Vince and Eric cuddling together. I hope I get
an invitation to their wedding! ;-)
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